Skipping the party, a peaceful night is passed in cosy cabin without views of the sea to distract and an early walk up, down and around decks remind organism what it's here for, which is to walk ... amongst other things ... the phrase "I'm here to walk" has stuck somewhere in the memory store, wherever that is located ... the quote from the 40+ km per day woman who resisted the meandering pace preferred by others ... the name lurks in the recesses, though the blog knows if you care to scroll back to a day in the Bierzo region, heading towards O Cebreiro ...
Biscay quite calm, though a brisk breeze brings a swell ... Pont Aven apparently has superior stabilising equipment ... anyway Sun rises in a clear sky and forecast is fine for a few days ... after that, who knows? The pack is light, but sufficient layers are available, including waterproofing, hopefully not needed quite as much as last year's Spring and Autumn outings ...
Early musing processes insights gleaned from the very special Emma ... modelling a human of the future, free from fear and unencumbered with easy access to reading and writing ... not to trivialize the potential for problems with a diagnosis of severe dyslexia, just to note that sometimes a divergent skill set may be a gift disguised ... in an amusing riff on normality, she observes that at her art school eccentricity is highly valued ... prompting recall of K's remark that it is no sign of sanity to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society ... though, of course, cultivating a crazier than thou persona is like cultivating a holier than thou one ... better to feel into one's deepest self and relax ... play the parts that resonate, drop those that don't. .. and in each life we may play many parts, to paraphrase Shakespeare ...
At lunch a conversation with Devonian Michael, on a Pont Aven round trip ... coach to Portsmouth, cruise to Santander, a few hours ashore, return to Plymouth ... it seems the Brittany based crew do three trips from Roscoff before having some days off ... as for the excursion, it seems a fine trip if Biscay behaves ... anyway, it's another way to pass retirement ...
At disembarkment a pilgrim turns up for a conversation in the queue ... a disenchanted social worker from Fordingbridge, taking a break from work and busing it to Irun in the morning to start the Norte from the French border ... no names exchanged or photos ...
At the Hostel Liebanego, near the ferry terminal, bus and rail stations, a rather morose chap finds a room at a slightly higher price than suggested by research, reduced after a friendly haggle ... at Tourist Info a map of the Ways in Cantabria and at the Cathedral a very helpful security guard locates someone to issue a pilgrim passport ... a snack of tortilla and churros with chocolate is enough nourishment after a sedentary day and substantial lunch and an early night calls, ready for a dawn start and a possible 40km tomorrow ... as cities go Santander is amenable, but it will be good to get out and on the road ... Buenos Noches dear readers!
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